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wear, just as he was in mid swallow. Shooter coughed, choking on the bubbles that had been cascading down his throat when he’d gotten a look at Ellen and her exposed assets.
    “You all right?” Wes slapped him on the back, which only seemed to make it worse.
    When he could breath again, Shooter nodded. “Yeah, just went down the wrong pipe.” Thanks to Ellen’s nipples pointing at him through the thin white tank top. What happened to her usual baggy T-shirt? That he could handle. Not this. Not after his dream last night.
    One thought of that dream, coupled with Ellen standing before him in cut-off shorts and her nearly inappropriate top, had Shooter’s dick rising. He fought the urge to physically smack it back down.
    Ellen glanced at the car, hood closed. “You’re done? Did you fix it?”
    Wes scowled. “Yeah, it’s all fixed…for now. But no guarantees what will go wrong next.”
    “Nothing else is going to go wrong.” She shot him a frown. “There’s nothing left to break.”
    She’d mumbled the last part so low only Shooter, standing close enough to see the soft wash of freckles across the bridge of her nose, could hear. He could tell she hated that car as much as Wes did, but she’d rather keep driving it than admit her brother was right. Shooter liked Ellen’s stubborn streak—as long as it wasn’t leveled against him that was.
    He grinned. “If something else goes, we can fix it. These older model American engines aren’t so bad to work on.”
    Ellen turned to him. “Thank you, Shooter. I appreciate your generosity.”
    Shooter knew better than to let her appreciation go to his head. Ellen shot Wes a very pointed look probably meant to make him feel guilty for not being as enthusiastic and generous about fixing her car as Shooter was. Wes in turn sent Shooter an unhappy scowl.
    Great, now he was in the middle of the feud between the siblings. Not a place he wanted to be but at least the distraction worked to help his hard-on subside a bit.
    “So, I guess I’ll just get washed up.” Intent on getting out of the line of fire, Shooter headed for the entrance of their building. Ellen and Wes, grabbing the cooler, followed.
    “I’m starving. What are we all doing for dinner?” Ellen glanced from Wes to Shooter.
    Wes raised a brow at his sister. “Whatever we eat, I should make you buy. Do you know how much money we saved you changing that alternator ourselves?”
    A pout settled upon her tempting lips. “Fine. I’ll order a pizza and I’ll pay.”
    “Get two. I’m calling Maryann to come over. I haven’t seen her all day. And I want one pizza loaded with sausage.”
    Ellen rolled her eyes. “Okay. Whatever.”
    Everything was back to normal. Shooter’s hard-on had deflated. Wes and Ellen were bickering. Pizza was on the horizon. Everything was just the way it should be, until Ellen walked in front of him to get the door. Immediately Shooter noticed how just the bottom curve of her ass cheeks were exposed by the short cut-offs she was wearing and then his unruly penis was back at full tilt once again.
    Shit. If this was going to be his new reaction to Ellen’s presence, he had better go out and get laid fast. Maybe then his urges would be satisfied and he could get things back to normal around his friend’s sister. The problem was this, sitting in Wes and Ellen’s living room eating pizza and watching TV was not the most conducive place to finding a willing woman to fuck. Not when his best friend was in love with one of the two women in the room, and the other woman was that friend’s sister, whom he was trying to get out of his head.
    Shooter sighed. There was probably a party going on somewhere. He should hop in his truck and go cruising around looking. That wasn’t all that fun alone though.
    From his chair, Shooter glanced over at Wes and Maryann on the couch, sitting so close their jeans had practically fused together. A few months ago, Wes and he would have been out together